CHAPTER SIX
Amara
On Thursday of the next week, I received a call from Andrew. He wanted to take me on a weekend trip so we could continue to get to know one another. I agreed because I didn’t want us to feel like strangers when I finally introduced him to Darriun. Darriun would spot a fake relationship a mile away if we failed to convince him otherwise.
Now Saturday has finally come. The rest of the week had passed in a blur since Andrew had invited me on an outing. Today I just found out we were headed to Gulf Port. The salty breeze fluttered through the open window of Andrew’s SUV; I felt an instant sense of release. Beside me, Andrew's eyes sparkled with the same excitement that bubbled in my chest as we entered the quaint beach town that promised a weekend of fun.
“Look at that,” I said, pointing to the stretch of sun-bleached shops lining the beachfront, each one displaying its own charm. A sexy grin formed around his mouth, his hand found mine, and intertwined with my own.
We pulled up to the Gulfport Inn just as the afternoon light turned golden, casting a warm glow on the whitewashed Inn. The Inn had a wraparound porch adorned with rocking chairs and hanging baskets overflowing with vibrant flowers.
“Wow, Andrew,” I murmured, echoing my thoughts as we stepped into the lobby, “this place is perfect.”
He nodded, “I had hoped you would like it.”
It wasn't just the inn's charm but the promise of being here with Andrew. He checked us in, we were led up a narrow staircase heightening the sense of intimate seclusion. Our cozy rooms with connecting doors awaited us, a haven of tranquility with its soft pastel walls and crisp white linens. But it was the view that held us captive—the ocean, stretching endlessly, its waves whispering secrets to the shore.
“Can you believe this?” I whispered, drawn to the window of the first room where the horizon danced under the waning sun. Andrew wrapped his arms around me from behind, his chin resting atop my head.
It felt natural as his arms enfolded me. With anyone else I knew I wouldn’t have allowed them this much intimacy this quickly. The thing is I wanted more. I wanted to feel myself beneath him, skin to skin, face to face.
This was so unlike me. It took three months before I had sex with Darriun.
“It's like it's just for us,” Andrew replied drawing me out of my reveries, his voice a gentle rumble against my ear.
We stood there, two silhouettes framed by the vastness of sea and sky, the rhythmic cadence of the waves syncing with the beat of our hearts. In that suspended moment, time seemed to honor our need to pause, to savor the beginning of something beautiful. The room, with its subtle scent of salt and the soft hum of the wind, became more than just a place to stay—it set the stage for our romantic escape, a private world where the depths of our connection could unfurl like the sails of the ships dotting the horizon.
“Amara, I hope I’m not moving too fast. If so, tell me and I will slow down and take things at your pace.”
“You’re moving just right,” I said, turning within Andrew's embrace to face him, “I want to explore not just this town but every layer of 'us'.”
His eyes, a mirror of my own desire, met mine with a fiery intensity. “Nothing would make me happier, Amara,” his voice was a thick grumble, sealing our pact with a kiss that tasted of promise and the sweet tang of the sea.
***
Andrew
Later that evening stepping out into the embrace of the setting sun, the beach greeted us like an old friend, its golden sands a familiar touch beneath our feet. The air held a whisper of the ocean's song, a rhythm that pulsed with promises and whispered secrets only lovers could understand.
“Let's wander,” I suggested. “The sea has stories to share, and I want to hear them all with you.”
My hand found Amara’s, our fingers intermingling, we walked at a pace measured by heartbeats and the gentle retreat of the tide, each step an exploration of the shared path unfurling before us.
“Look at how the water catches the light,” Amara murmured, pointing toward the horizon where the sun kissed the sea. It was like a picture of gold and fiery orange.
“It's mesmerizing,” I agreed, my gaze reflecting the wonder of the moment. “But not as captivating as you.”
My words, tender and true, danced around us like the breeze, lifting strands of her curly hair in playful swirls. In that instant, I felt all I wanted to do was cherish her and show her how I could be trusted to be the keeper of her heart.
We continued our stroll, letting the sound of the surf serenade us until a rustic sign caught our eye: 'Captain Joe's Seafood Shack.' The aroma of grilling fish and the tang of salt in the air lured us closer.
“Shall we?” I asked, gesturing toward the shack with a roguish grin.
“Absolutely,” she replied, “I have walked up an appetite.”
“Now that’s what I like to see. A woman who isn’t trying to starve herself.”
Amara laughed, “one thing to know about me is I love to eat.”
“Great,” I replied, and we entered Captain Joe's. The menu was a simple affair scrawled on a chalkboard, boasting the freshest catch and local flavors. We settled on a spread of grilled snapper and shrimp, each bite a celebration of sea-kissed goodness that had us savoring slowly, deliberately.
“This is delicious,” Amara said between mouthfuls, reveling in the zest of lemon and the subtle spice of herbs.
“Indeed, it is,” I replied, my eyes alight with appreciation for the meal and for the woman sitting across from me. “It's kind of like us, isn't it? Different paths that led us to this perfect spot.”
She nodded, as we stared deeply in one another eye. Here, with the lap of waves as our soundtrack and the caress of sea breezes against our skin, we feasted not just on food but on the burgeoning richness of our connection.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Amara
It was late when we finally made it back to our room. It was an unspoken mutual decision that we decided to stay in the same room.
Andrew is like a dangerous animal cornering its prey as he makes his way to the foot of the bed.
“Tell me you want this as much as I do,” Andrew’s voice growls against my thigh. I shuddered and breathed in trying to keep from crying out as pleasure courses through my nether regions.
“I want this. I want you,” I barely found my voice to say.
The air in the room feels charged, thick with desire. His words, laden with primal hunger, sent a shiver down my spine, igniting a fire within me that threatens to consume every rational thought. I bite my lip, struggling to contain the overwhelming surge of sensation that courses through my body, electrifying every nerve ending.
His breath is hot against my skin as he presses closer, his hands tracing patterns of need along the curves of my body. Each touch, deliberate and intoxicating, pushes me further into the depths of desire, unraveling the last shreds of restraint I had clung to.
I find myself lost in the intensity of his gaze, dark and smoldering with unbridled passion. It's as if he can see every hidden desire, every secret longing that I've kept locked away. And with each passing moment, the barriers between us crumble, leaving us both vulnerable to the raw, unyielding hunger that binds us together.
In that moment, there's no room for doubt or hesitation. There's only the undeniable truth of our mutual longing, a primal force that demands to be sated. And as his lips meet mine in a fervent kiss, I surrender completely to the intoxicating whirlwind of sensation, knowing that what awaits is nothing short of ecstasy. The atmosphere is thick with tension, charged with the unspoken desires that have simmered between us for so long. His words, spoken in a husky whisper against my thigh, send a delicious shiver down my spine. I bite my lip, trying to steady my racing heart as his touch ignites a wildfire of sensation within me.
With every caress, every gentle stroke, he awakens a hunger I never knew existed. It's as if we're dancing on the edge of a precipice, staggering between restraint and recklessness. And in that moment, I realized that I want this as much as he does, perhaps even more.
Andrew’s gaze, intense and filled with longing, meets mine, and I see the reflection of my own desire mirrored in his eyes. There's a vulnerability there, a rawness that speaks to the depths of our connection. And as his lips find mine in a tender kiss, I know that this is where I belong, in his arms, consumed by the sweet ecstasy of love.
Tiny bolts of pleasure course through me, Andrew’s hot mouth sensually laps at my pussy, I can feel my juices seeping down my thighs.
I feel I can come at any moment now, but I don’t want to come too fast. I want to enjoy every leisurely swipe of his hot wet tongue.
“Andrew.”
My voice is a low murmur as I bring my hands to my breast and flick a finger across my hard nub.
Andrew trails kisses and his tongue against my thighs before going back to my heated core.
An intense jolt of electric heat runs through my body from his caresses.
Oh my God! I’m going to explode.
“Do you like what I’m doing to you, sweetheart?”
“Yes! Please don’t stop.”
The stream of light spilling in from the ajar bathroom door illuminates his head between my plush thighs. He slid up my body and I gasped when Andrew pushed inside me to the hilt.
Desire mixed with something else cloaked around us.
“Fuck! Your pussy feels so fucking good wrapped around my dick.”
I opened my thighs wider. “More.”
Andrew speeds up his movements, but its pure savagery stealing over his expression as he watched me that causes my brown nipples to harden against the cool air in the room.
Andrew’s sexy lip’s part on a ragged inhale as he zeros in on mine.
The tip of his tongue outlined his bottom lip before his teeth clamped down on his bottom lip.
Lust filled the space between us in equal measure.
A sharp breath leaves me in a whoosh when he runs a hand over my breast and we both give ourselves over to immense pleasure.
Andrew satisfied my body on and off throughout the night and the rising dawn.